• Buried in some antique land
    My soul a’wanders, longing still
    To be able to touch with balmy hand
    And look until it’s had its fill.
    To walk among the ancient things
    And hear the languages long since dead,
    To feel the heat the high day brings
    And to walk the ways, once titan tread.
    This longing beats fiercely within me,
    A fire burning that leads me on.
    This longing endeavors to be set free,
    The fire strives to see the dawn.
    One day I will find this land,
    One day I shall touch it’s sand.